'Hi my loyal readers. Sorry about the chapters coming slow. I had way too much homework. shivers from the word anyway this chapter is going to be in Ed's POV. So, if it sounds similar to the first chapter, don't send a nasty comment. Thank you.'
Chapter Three
I stayed in his cold, dark office for quite a long time. I could hear voices on the other side of the door, every one seemed busy. I turned to face his dark, oak desk. I walked over, slowly to the top draw; I opened it, quietly, and drew the gun that was placed neatly inside. It felt cold through my gloved hands.
I slowly lifted the gun up to my temple. I couldn't live anymore, if only I was there to help him, maybe I could have done something.
The door creaked open. I didn't move. I heard the voice that was like ice to my ears.
"Major Armstrong, I want you to go help with the repairs." I heard him stop in his tracks.
He asked me, "What the hell are you doing"
"I'm sorry…I have to do this." My eyes were hot, I could feel the tears coming, but I didn't let them fall.
"No you don't. Just put the gun down." I saw him come closer to me.
"Stay back." I aimed the gun towards him. He stepped closer, not even caring about the gun I aimed at him, not even caring if I pulled the trigger.
"Stay back." I shivered. "Or I will kill you." He moved quickly, he hit the gun out of my hands, grabbed my sleeves. I heard his heart beat as my head laid on his chest.
I let the tears go. I was gasping for air, just grabbing tighter to him.
"Shh, it's going to be okay." I felt his head on mine. I pushed him away. I moved my eyes towards the gun. He blinked and that's when I made my move. He dashed towards me, but was too late. I grabbed the gun of the floor…
Bang!
I landed on the ground with a small thud. Closing my eyes, I let one last tear roll down my face, thinking of what I said to him earlier. Then I left the world I once loved.